My American experience is over. I am back in Oñati, my hometow in Basque Country. I was about to take my clothes out of the suitcase and organize them in my wardrobe when I saw my favourite childhood tracksuit. I wonder how loose I was wearing it when I was a 10 year old kid because it still fits to me nowadays, in a kind of a skinny fit of course, but fits. The USA running team tracksuit. How many nice memories. From childhood and from my recent interchange. It has been my first time in America, now it's all over and I am missing it hugely. Especially my travel to California. I must go back there for a longer period than 10 days. There is so much to do there. I will figure out how. And I will be in the road again soon.
